To his mind, this exquisite little Annie, grimy daisy centre piece and all, had accomplished much more in simply being herself, than had Margaret Edes with her much blazoned book.
"I trust that she will yet see it," said Miss Harriet Eustace.
Harriet Eustace was tall, dull skinned and wide mouthed, and she had a fashion, because she had been told from childhood that her mouth was wide, of constantly puckering it as if she were eating alum.
"I shall be of course pleased to show Mrs.Edes my collection at any time," said Von Rosen politely.
"I hope she will see it," said Harriet, puckering, "it is so improving, and if anything is improving to the ordinary mind, what must it be to the mind of genius ?" The two took leave then, Annie walking behind her aunt.

The sidewalk which was encroached upon by grass was very narrow.

Annie did not speak at all.

She heard her aunt talking incessantly without realising the substance of what she said.

Her own brain was overwhelmed with bewilderment and happiness.